Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 55 - 47: Does the Master Have a Big Background?

Ding~

The black feather that fluttered to the ground was like a drop of water, causing ripples upon ripples. In an instant, the world lost its color.

It was as if a pair of pitch-black wings covered the sky, plunging the whole Ghost City into an eternal night darker than the darkest night.

In the soundless silence, there was a mysterious and majestic purple aura swirling around.

"You... no, you..."

Emperor Long Bingquan’s face turned pale with shock. He swiftly turned his head, the words he wanted to utter stuck in his throat, turning into disbelief: "You, you, you, you are..."

Pei Wanyu didn’t even glance at him, simply gesturing for silence. Feeling the overwhelming pressure from all directions, Bingquan closed his mouth, his eyes filled with suspicion and curiosity.

Lu Jin’an, who had just pierced Fu Lin’s heart with a sword, turned his head to glance at his master who had appeared here. Seeing the alluring smile his master showed him, ripples stirred in his heart.

He immediately guessed that his master had secretly followed him to the Ghost City from the very beginning.

Probably had asked ’Netherworld Validation’ from Xia Ming’s mouth.

His mouth involuntarily curled into a smile, but Lu Jin’an didn’t immediately greet his master. Instead, he focused back on Fu Lin, ignoring his surprise and words. Using the ’Netherworld Validation’ as a medium, he relentlessly poured death qi into Fu Lin’s body, destroying all his vitality from the inside out.

Seeing Fu Lin’s struggling grow weaker, and his golden pupils gradually dilate until only one breath remained, Lu Jin’an immediately thrust the Netherworld Validation deeper before releasing it, then proceeded to form hand seals with both hands.

Although the ’Great Freedom Visualization Technique’ records life and death, it has no mention of reversal. For this day, he had rehearsed many times. Now with the Yin Ming Qi in hand, the real attempt was to begin.

An array centered on death rules emerged beneath his feet, then it covered Fu Lin’s entire body.

Turning Fu Lin’s soul with Yin Ming Qi allowed the once-dead soul to remain in the mortal world. It appeared to be death qi, but in the concept of the law, it became ’alive’.

Fu Lin’s dragon body was eroded by death qi, his skin, flesh, and even clothes were all thoroughly dead, which was ’dead’.

In this way, life and death stood together.

Lu Jin’an concentrated on forming the spell. As the death array unfolded, the pitch-black death qi gradually enveloped Fu Lin, showing dense death spells that seeped into his flesh, turning everything including his clothes into sinister black death qi.

The black tornado-like death qi encased Fu Lin, with a hint of gray Yin Ming Qi emerging from his brow, beginning to absorb the demon energy system Fu Lin had in life.

Lu Jin’an’s gaze became increasingly calm, and the speed of his hand seals quickened.

If one had to say, his magic was similar to the Impure World Reincarnation, but unlike it, Fu Lin’s soul had become Yin Ming Qi without self-thought, while his body remained his original one.

Moreover, this magic could not only preserve the deceased’s strength but also retained the ability to cultivate, meaning it was not a one-time consumable.

Thud!

With the completion of Lu Jin’an’s spell, the Netherworld Validation flew out from Fu Lin’s heart. Fu Lin, in front of him, fell backward with a ’thud’, seeming as if the spell had failed.

Lu Jin’an looked expressionlessly at the fallen Fu Lin, clearly sensing the Yin Ming Qi in his sea of consciousness as the soul while his dragon body was completely eroded by death qi—there was no conflict in ’life and death stand together’.

"Stand up." Lu Jin’an gave the order.

Fu Lin opened his gray eyes and slowly stood up from the ground, surrounded by death qi.

In the operation of the death law, spiritual power turned into death qi, just as spiritual power became sword qi for a sword cultivator.

Fu Lin knelt on one knee, silent.

His Yin Ming Qi and death qi all came from Lu Jin’an, making Lu Jin’an his master.

Just like Emperor Fengdu is the Netherworld Ancient Sovereign.

Lu Jin’an said nothing, merely pointed a finger into the sky, and Fu Lin immediately soared up, transforming into a giant dragon emitting death qi from all over.

Raising his head, Lu Jin’an manipulated this corpse dragon to change size, casting techniques until the conversion of spiritual energy couldn’t keep up with the death qi consumption, he stopped.

Only at this point did Lu Jin’an’s expression completely relax. A plan conceived a year and a half ago... was successful!

His mouth involuntarily curled into a smile, and with a press of his right hand, the corpse dragon in the sky dove down, shrinking in size to that of a teenager, and plunged into a spatial vortex on the ground, disappearing.

That was an independent space Lu Jin’an had opened up after enhancing his spatial power to the ’Sumeru Mustard Seed’, now filled with swirling death qi.

A space created by combining death and spatial rules allowed the corpse dragon to survive within it.

Unfortunately, Lu Jin’an’s cultivation wasn’t enough to allow the corpse dragon to remain within the death qi space without shrinking.

Having completed all this, Lu Jin’an had just taken a breath when he felt a fragrant breeze by his side. A soft hand stained with red rouge gently held his bloodied left hand, its owner speaking with concern and a hint of reproach: "Silly disciple~ You could have used space rules to dodge immediately, yet you chose to block?"

Lu Jin’an obediently said, "I just wanted to test the current strength of my physical body."

"Contending with the Dragon Clan?" Pei Wanyu affectionately stroked her beloved disciple’s left hand. Upon finding his injuries mostly healed, she finally looked up to glance at him playfully: "Even the older generation of body cultivators who are still alive wouldn’t dare do that, especially since your realm is lower than his."

"I know my limits." Lu Jin’an assured, "Didn’t he die?"

"You know your limits, but Master was extremely nervous~" Pei Wanyu said as she pulled his left hand closer to her body. With her breathing, Lu Jin’an’s fingertips momentarily brushed against her garment folds: "Next time..."

Before his master could finish, Lu Jin’an looked at her charming face and softly said, "Disciple has already grown up."

"Growing up and ’growing up’ are not the same~" Pei Wanyu teased by hooking her finger in his palm, "Master will say when you’ve grown up; only then can you say you’ve grown up, understand?"

"That may not be up to Master." Lu Jin’an said, looking up to see the Dragon Emperor, now standing with two horns on his head.

Of course, the Dragon Clan could transform to be no different from the Human Clan; they merely left their dragon horns on purpose, to show their noble identity as the Dragon Clan. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Jun Bingquan glanced at Lu Jin’an’s face for just a moment before looking toward Pei Wanyu, about to speak when Pei Wanyu cast him a sidelong glance: "Is there something else?"

Jun Bingquan closed his mouth, he wanted to retrieve the dragon corpse, as it was incredibly precious and a matter of pride for the Dragon Clan, but...

Fu Lin’s death was due to his own lacking skills, and failing to retrieve the dragon corpse was also due to his own lacking skills.

Though it would be hard to explain upon returning, the gains were greater.

Jun Bingquan’s gaze flickered as he bowed to Pei Wanyu: "Perhaps I will visit the Wandao Sect again."

With that, he transformed into an Azure Dragon and soared into the clouds.

Lu Jin’an looked at his master’s gentle profile in wonder, thinking how the Dragon Clan always held themselves above others. Even when faced with human cultivators stronger than themselves, they usually only leveled their attitude, so why was his master treated with such respect?

What kind of background did his master have?

Or was his master not human?

But no, demon energy and spiritual power, although from the same source, still had a difference. When he was young, he’d seen his master use spiritual power, noticeably more harmonious than demon energy...

"Master, you..."

Lu Jin’an was just about to ask when Pei Wanyu drew him into her embrace, holding his head firmly. His face was buried in the fragrant softness he had rarely felt since he was fifteen.

He couldn’t breathe...

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